Wednesday, October 12, 2011

watching autumn

This poem is from Joan Chittister's e-newsletter, Vision & Viewpoint.
It reminded me of a recent camping trip to Dosewallips during which
I sat silently with my husband in the forest on this bench,
watching and listening to the falling leaves.
A Leaf
by Bronislaw Maj

A leaf, one of the last, parts from a maple branch:
it is spinning in the transparent air of October, falls
on a heap of others, stops, fades. No one
admired its entrancing struggle with the wind,
followed its flight, no one will distinguish it now
as it lies among other leaves, no one saw
what I did. I am
the only one.
This photo is the trail we walked upon.
Such a lovely Autumn day it was.
Such an honor to be there to watch the leaves falling.


Philomena Ewing said...

This is a beautiful poem. I am really appreciating Autumn now - I am always slow to leave behind Summer but this morning my garden was crammed with cobwebs and the only reason I could see so many of them was because of the light drizzle that had settled during the early morning. They were fabulous and this poem makes me aware of all God's beauty that goes on around me even when I don't see it. Thanks for a timely and lovely reminder Roberta.
Blessings today and always

ROBERTA said...

Thank you Phil for your insightful comment and for all the wonderful reminders that you post every day. I so appreciate the effort you put into your blog.

In peace,